Page 41 of Pillowtalk

He bent, his forehead touching hers as his fingers rolled her nipples, and she inhaled, breathing in the scent that was so Aaron, the scent that had swirled into her daydreams since the moment she’d tied it to him.

She felt him shift between her legs, the tip of his shaft prodding against her slick heat. She lifted her hips, ready for him,so, soready for him, but his eyes studied hers, as if he needed a yes, as if he needed to know this was really what she wanted. She was equally grateful for his careful consideration and frustrated by it. She wasn’t going to have second thoughts; she wouldn’t allow herself to have them. So she gave him a small nod, then his lips came down on hers, and he sank into her in one thrust.

Lights burst behind her eyes, and she moaned into his mouth, her teeth coming out to bite his bottom lip as he withdrew and came back in. Each pull of pleasure was like a temporary Band-Aid, sealing up and covering scars that ran jagged all over her. She blinked against the sensation, reaching up and holding his face as he pumped into her, running her thumbs over his lips every time they parted from hers. With each thrust she felt her heart tug toward him, and she made no move to stop it. She wanted him to have it. She knew that if he did, it would be well taken care of, and her mind was a pleasure-filled cloud, too preoccupied to care that she was breaking a promise.

Aaron made love to her mouth, her body, her heart for so long that time seemed irrelevant. She was perched on the edge of heaven with only him for company, and she could have stayed there forever. Their bodies grew slick with sweat and heat; they both felt so much in each other’s presence, their eyes making conversation when their mouths weren’t. It was the most intimate moment Kennedy had ever experienced, and she wasn’t ashamed in that moment that it was with someone else, because it was withAaron.

“Please,” she cried out, the dip in her belly telling her that she was so close to another euphoric orgasm. The rest of her words came out in wild, frantic moans, and she grasped for a pillow as he pumped into her, pushing it over her face to muffle the noises she couldn’t keep from escaping her mouth. Her sex clenched tight around him, pulsing and sending her to yet another tier of heaven she’d never seen, one that she didn’t want to leave. Their hips slammed into each other as she rode out the high, and he along with her. Her breath stole away, taking her voice with it as she arched back into him and embraced pulse after pulse of pleasure. It was the most powerful and longest orgasm of her life, and when she fell back into the bed, she had no control over any part of her body.

Her breath returned in harsh waves, her muscles ached and spent. She couldn’t find the energy to move at all, her limbs jellylike and useless as Aaron pulled the pillow from her face and looked down into her half-closed eyes.

He was waiting for tears—she could see it in his eyes. Her mind screamed at her hand to reach up and cup his face, assure him that she was okay for the moment, but all her hand did was twitch above her head.

A small smile appeared on his lips, but the worry didn’t leave his face as he settled in next to her. She felt her mind drifting off into a different kind of oblivion as her body melted into the comforter, her entire left side burning and sticking against Aaron. Ten—or forty—minutes passed before she was finally able to roll to her side and drape an arm across him before completely dozing off. The crash was coming; she knew it, and it would be far worse than it had been before. Because right then, theonlyman she wanted to love was in this bed beside her. Regret and guilt would soon find their way into her heart, but her body was so spent there was no room for them right now. Right now, she feltwhole. Aaron had healed wounds deep inside her that she thought were never capable of repair. And she realized that it wasn’t that he’d beenbetterthan Jared; he was wonderfully different, and everything she needed.

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